When I think of you
and how beautiful you are to me,
I wonder how in this cruel world
there can be something that pure.
When I think of you,
how your smile illuminates me
like a candle in a dark room,
it astounds me that your light
could shine through even Hell.
When I think of you,
how you hold me when I need you,
shielding me from those things outside,
I can't hold it in anymore-I cry
but you hold me that much closer.
I can't understand
why you would care about me,
but that doesn't matter;
I'm just happy to have you with me.
And when I think of you...
I see an angel.
Ebone' Ingram
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/godsend/
